Off the Chains: 01

The Wild and Untold Disc Golf Adventures of Chains McGraw

70’s era Chevy 4x4 on a dirt road driving in the Rockies

“Can you tell us about one of your earliest disc golf road trips?”

Chains McGraw: “Ah, yes. The disc golf road trip. A quintessential American adventure, fueled by adrenaline, questionable substances, and the unyielding thirst for the perfect round. I remember one particular journey, back in ‘76.

I had heard whispers of a course in the wilds of Montana, nestled in the bosom of the Rocky Mountains. A course like no other, they said. A course that would test the mettle of even the most seasoned of disc golfers.

So, with a beat-up Chevy van and a cooler full of cold ones, I set off on my quest. The drive was long and arduous, but as the mountains rose up before me like a majestic fortress, I knew I was close.

The course was hidden away in a remote valley, accessible only by a treacherous dirt road. But I was undaunted. I strapped on my backpack, grabbed my bag of discs, and set out into the wilderness.

The course was brutal. The fairways were narrow, the hazards were deadly, and the wind was fierce. But I was in my element. I moved through the course like a predator, my throws sharp and true.

The sun was setting by the time I finished the final hole. My hands were blistered, my legs were weary, but my spirit was soaring. I had conquered the course. I had achieved the impossible.

As I made my way back to the van, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment that words cannot describe. I had lived the dream of every disc golfer, to find that one course that challenges everything you thought you knew about the game. And I had emerged victorious.

That, my friend, is the magic of the disc golf road trip. It’s not just about the miles you travel or the courses you conquer. It’s about the adventure. It’s about pushing yourself to the limit, and coming out the other side with a story to tell. And trust me, I’ve got stories to tell.”